Last night was the first night of my knitting class. I wasn't sure what to expect. Would I be the youngest one there? Would I be the only true beginner? What if it was boring? As it turns out,I was in for a bit of a surprise.
To set the stage, it was held at a local yarn shop in Los Altos. Now, if you call Los Altos a town, you will quickly be corrected my most residents (over the age of 50) that it is not a town, but a "village". How quaint... whatever. It has a Jamba Juice and a Starbucks... village schmillage.The shop is called "Uncommon Threads" and it's fabulous. Every time I walk in I want to buy yarn. It's all so yummy...
So, I walk in the door and the woman behind the counter says, "You must be Doree. You look like a Doree." (Apparently Dorees are easy to spot once domesticated.)I put on my name tag and find a spot at the table. It's a great table. Narrow and sort of rustic looking. Very cozy, as much as a table can be cozy.A few other women gather round and it's a nice mix of ages and abilities. The class starts and I can tell it's going to be fun. Somehow you can just tell, good chemistry I guess. As the night progresses and the instructor sees that we are all catching on fairly quickly she makes an observation. "This group is doing great, much better than my last group. Oh, such troubles I had with them!" We begged for more information...I mean really, how rowdy can a knitting get? "Well" she said, "One woman ended up in jail."
*insert image of me with my jaw dropped and my knitting needles motionless*
Her imprisonment was unrelated to the fiber arts, but distressing nonetheless. Another woman, after being shown a certain technique by the instructor responded with ,"I'm not going to do it the way you showed me because I'm an adult and can make my own decisions." Good for her. Apparently she was a teacher, but hated following directions. (Note to self: Find out which district she teaches in. Warn the locals)
Then there was the woman who missed 4 out of 7 classes and wanted the shop staff to take time out of their day to teach her what she missed. I'm pretty sure that was what the actual class was for. Maybe it's up for interpretation.She demanded a refund, and after some uncomfortable encounters, the owner decided to refund her the full amount, under the condition that she never set foot in the store again. Banned from the yarn shop! I've done some rebellious things in my day, but I've *never* been banned from a craft related establishment! Shocking!
I'll keep you posted. This should be fun...
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